tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50638703740026807572024-03-13T21:51:40.196-07:00Sail Away.You've got to live a little kid...Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-33151840007068488302011-02-22T13:04:00.000-08:002011-02-22T13:05:11.435-08:00He's beautiful. I need to stop being silly.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-61529165159645487822011-02-03T06:31:00.000-08:002011-02-03T06:32:37.800-08:00Heaven is an ideal unreachable to the hands of men, who cannot comprehend that this just might be all we have. Life, each day of it is the miracle. You have to make your own ideal of heaven. Find it in those around you. Find that awesome bliss. Find it where ever you can. Take drugs, drink to much, be hedonistic, be stupid, or don't, just find that little piece of what ever it is that makes your heart burst. Take chances on life. Take a chance full stop. Find the moments that makes the shit worth it. Just find yourself and find whatever it is that'll make you happy. Be a saint, be a sinner, be an egregious monster. Be the best, be the worst. Be a mess. Be whatever.<br /><br /><br /><br />Just find the miraculous in the everyday. Find it in the people around you.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-22862502240826571842010-12-28T17:19:00.000-08:002010-12-28T17:25:17.557-08:00I want to scream at you everything in my head but it will never gain me answers.<br /><br />All I know is, if I think about it to much it has a habbit of tearing me up inside.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-72078285127154815572010-12-11T05:19:00.000-08:002010-12-11T05:22:18.257-08:00a few things learned from last night...<br />1. People sometimes don't act how they feel.<br />2. Kissing people is a stupid thing to do.<br />3. Talking to you fucks with my head.<br />4. I talk more truth.<br />5. Things never happen in the order you need them to.<br />6. Pretty boys can walk on water.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-926720302562269492010-12-10T11:42:00.001-08:002010-12-10T11:43:13.113-08:00I fucking hate you sometimes...Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-88897483136133159892010-12-07T16:19:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:20:05.002-08:00I don't like proper Mountain Dew... It gives me a come down :/Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-34812423434161831792010-12-07T16:00:00.001-08:002010-12-07T16:00:42.129-08:00I've joined the band wagon of Tumblr...Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-53419289609714296492010-12-07T15:49:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:00:08.159-08:00I miss when we were just friends.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-11121862075924835692010-12-04T06:35:00.000-08:002010-12-04T06:52:18.719-08:00Beautiful.<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEgX64n3T7g?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEgX64n3T7g?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Just wish it didn't make my heart hurt more. </span><span style="font-size:78%;">xxx ♥ xxx</span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-67091768339943250652010-12-01T11:03:00.000-08:002010-12-01T11:04:07.175-08:00I just want to be with you...Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-60018572512616205182010-12-01T10:58:00.000-08:002010-12-01T11:01:28.417-08:00I'm a disappointment.<br /><br />I need a diary that no one can bloody read....Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-27247749030803162652010-12-01T09:25:00.000-08:002010-12-01T10:26:25.260-08:00Fibonacci sequence<br />Lateralus.<br /><br />Teaching should be done with song :)Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-73647663546988312662010-11-30T06:28:00.000-08:002010-11-30T06:29:08.125-08:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The cure+snow=mega win </span></span></b>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-7451477004490566192010-11-30T06:13:00.000-08:002010-11-30T06:17:09.796-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Would it be so wrong to block everyone from reading this?</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's meant to be for me... It's not meant to be something to check up on me with... I just want somewhere to vent when I can't talk to my friends</span>. Knowing people are reading it makes it impossible for me to use it how I'm meant to.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b> God I feel horrific. Nausea does not cover it.</b></span></div>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-71426686899114077342010-11-30T06:04:00.001-08:002010-11-30T06:04:47.716-08:00FEEL FUCKING VILE.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-25828890622403116942010-11-26T04:17:00.000-08:002010-11-26T04:51:20.713-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Love will tear us apart.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>♥<br /> <br />Joy Division.</strong></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">The Cure.<br />The Smiths.<br /></span><br /><br />I'm thinking of you. Our good times and bad. Sunday is your day. I hope you're sleeping soundly sweetheart. I wish I could get to talk to you but all I can do is this. So just in case I forget or don't write it again. </strong></span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Happy Birthday. </strong></span></div>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-9340970396553732312010-11-26T04:14:00.001-08:002010-11-26T04:15:20.333-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>If the world breaks in to. I promise to hold it together for you.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">not the right words but. you'll understand.</span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-77465552968177138582010-11-26T04:13:00.001-08:002010-11-26T04:14:10.517-08:00It's scary how we're both saying the same damn thing and yet neither of us have spocken in a while.<br /><br />I miss you too.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-91542790553121367802010-11-22T08:28:00.000-08:002010-11-22T08:29:00.172-08:00And your face is just starting to beg me to punch it.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-39032050271447137502010-11-21T10:45:00.000-08:002010-11-21T10:50:18.546-08:00I miss him already and I hate it, and now he hates me.<br /><br />Beautiful.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-63541713324876347892010-11-12T09:03:00.000-08:002010-11-12T09:05:24.145-08:00Really... What the hell am I doing with my life these days.Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-7511553842792808602010-11-12T08:56:00.000-08:002010-11-12T09:03:31.014-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I want to shake the dust and wipe my eyes free of stars.</span> </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">But you keep dazzling me till i can't see.</span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-20765748398561213202010-11-05T11:12:00.000-07:002010-11-05T11:14:09.078-07:00Robert Smith <span class="UIStory_Message">♥<br /><br /><br /></span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-5798495984132877842010-11-05T11:09:00.000-07:002010-11-05T11:11:34.961-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Who cares?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">let's face it... I do.</span><br /><br />I know you don't believe me but...<br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It's all going to be ok.</span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5063870374002680757.post-73470702101556118562010-10-22T13:42:00.000-07:002010-10-22T13:47:02.121-07:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I love you long time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Seeing your face was amazing, so worth the panic, I'm so glad it all went so well.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thankyou for the note.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I hope the things related to this weekend go ok. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm just glad you had fun :)</span>Lauren Summers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04269032522626895404noreply@blogger.com0